Not beta'd. This is just being posted by the seat of my pants! Wait...

BPOV

I stand, shedding my dress and panties and stretching my arms above my head on way to the shower. My thighs ache deliciously, and I smile when I rub the sore spot on my shoulder. I think about being woken up sometime before the sun by Edward on top of me, sliding into me from behind. His fingers between my body and the sofa coaxing me from the front while his cock rocked into me with long, slow strokes. My thighs shook when I came, my teeth sinking into the cushion and Edward's into my shoulder blade.

When the temperature is right, I step into the shower and revel in the heat of the water. I close my eyes and remember the day after we met.

"So how'd it go with Edward?"

"Who?"

"You gotta be kidding me." I can feel Rosalie staring at me expectantly as I skim the breakfast menu. I could use about a pound of bacon right now.

"What?"

"Bella." I finally look up at her and she's doing that judgy thing with her face that we've talked about before. "Alice's brother...?" I'm lost. Her eyes bug. "You didn't even get his name?"

I ignore her shock. "Edward. Huh. I wouldn't have guessed that."

My attempt at levity is wasted on Rosalie, who looks like the mother of a toddler who's about to get their ass beat. "Calm down, will you? It's not like I really needed his name. I got by with Jesus, rightthere, and fuck yes just fine."

I get the reaction I was looking for when she screws up her face. "Ew. I didn't need that. Don't be gross."

I laugh and we order when the waitress approaches the table. When I don't have a menu to hide behind, she pounces. "So I was talking to Alice about Edward last night and she told me-"

"Nope. Stop right there. Not interested. It was a hookup, Rosalie, not a blind date." She opens her mouth with a hopeful look on her face, but I cut her off again.

"No way. Not happening."

"Why not? Emmett and I know a couple of guys who I think could be pretty great for you, Bella." She's always trying this with me. I love her like a sister, but I wish she'd just stop trying to shove her idea of a happily ever after down my throat.

"Rose, I know you mean well, but you're not gonna win this. I have zero interest in suffering through x number of boring ass dinner dates and fumbling goodnight kisses with Larry McHighcreditscore only to wind up with thirty second jackhammer sex and dealing with his ridiculous expectations of marriage and babies and a minivan and sixty years of a miserable, mediocre life in the suburbs."

"You can't possibly think that's how love works."

Love. Oy vey. I snort and dig into my pile of pancakes. You gotta admire her tenacity.

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I'm seated at the bar later that night when I see him again. He's talking to Alice behind the bar, but I don't see his little redhead anywhere. Hmm.

Jasper's voice interrupts my maybe plans. "He's allergic to shell fish."

"What?"

"Edward. He's allergic to shell fish."

"And...?"

"And he majored in music in college, hates wine, has a dog named Asshole-"

"Cut it out, Jasper." He's brain damaged if he thinks I care about any of this in the slightest.

"Oooh, did I hit a nerve?" I ball up my napkin and throw it at him, but he dodges it and laughs. The shithead. I met Jasper a few years ago at a birthday party that Emmett threw for Rosalie. The party was a surprise for her, but the quickie I had with Jasper in her guest bathroom? Well, that was all for me. We were both shitfaced and he's not someone I'd normally be attracted to, but what can I say? Jager bombs are a bitch. He met Alice a few months later and they're disgustingly inseparable. Engaged now. But Alice has never quite taken to me. Jasper, like a complete fucking moron, told her about us. It happened way before they ever even met, but I guess she feels compelled to hate me on principle or something. It's stupid, because Jasper is more like an annoying little brother than anything else.

"Don't you have patrons to inebriate?"

"Don't you have anonymous sex to get to?"

"Ugh. Rosalie's such a traitor."

"You know, I actually guessed, but seriously? You didn't even get his name?" He's cracking up now, but I notice last night's recreation headed towards me, so I ignore Jasper's antics in favor of debating whether I want to go round two with Edward. Then I remember that thing he did with his fingers last night and smirk at him as he settles into the stool next to me. He tips his head at Jasper, who places a beer in front of him a moment later. Edward turns to me after I enjoy the hell out of watching him down half the bottle. This may be the first time I ever gave two shits about a guy's adam's apple.

"Hi again." He says it through a smirk of his own.

I tilt my head at him in faux contemplation. "Did we ever though?"

"Ever what?"

"Get around to hellos."

He blinks. Sips his beer again, looks straight ahead. "I guess not. But I think we got by just fine without em." He looks mildly amused, like he doesn't need my confirmation. Like he knows how good he was. Damn him.

My fingers absentmindedly spin a flimsy paper coaster in circles on the bar top. But my memory is replaying the thickness of his cock and the feel of his warm hands around my hips, guiding me up and down on it. The way he licked his thumb at the end and used it to stroke my clit. How I held my breath when I came...

I clear my throat. "We did alright." I'm watching him again, pondering the fact that he's the first guy in months I've wanted to fuck more than once. Repetition only leads them on. And false hope is cruel.

I swivel in my stool so I'm fully facing him, leaning close enough so only he can hear me. Goddamn, he smells good. He turns his face to me just slightly, eyes on my legs. When my lip brushes against the shell of his ear, he exhales a breath and it's enough to make me forget what I was going to say to him. I'm not drunk, but buzzed and warm, everything's humming. He brushes his cheek against mine and I press my forehead to his temple. And then my throat tightens because all of a sudden we're too close and too quiet and it's too much. My heart is a hollow pounding in my chest and I push away from him. What the hell am I doing?

I hear my name on his lips as I rush for the exit, but I don't stop.

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Oh what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to have meaningless sex with Edward Cullen.